s/he

The universe began to blossom,
fed chaotic by a bunch of moods
and conceptions full of passion.
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Full of passion is the poetry,
airing its essence in the cadence
of the midnight salute of stars.
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In mind's culpability of someone,
the name of who we're thinking,
it's replaced with the pronoun, s/he.
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Inspired, their actions get wildly.
And black is beautiful to cook it up,
in thoughts bloomed out of joy.


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